\chapter*{贪心之灯与觉醒之心 / The Lamp of Greed and the Heart of Awakening}
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\section*{贪婪的起点 / The Beginning of Greed}

从前，有个名叫汤姆的男孩，贪婪像藤蔓般缠绕着他的心。他总在索取更多——直到他在森林深处发现一盏锈迹斑斑的油灯。随着青烟升腾，蓝皮肤的精灵凝视着他：“你可以实现三个愿望，但要记住——贪心是虚妄的毒药。”

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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Tom, whose heart was entwined with greed like a vine. He always asked for more, until he found a rusty old lamp deep in the forest. As the blue smoke rose, a blue-skinned elf gazed at him: "You can make three wishes, but remember, greed is a poison of illusion."
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\section*{被吞噬的欲望 / Consumed by Desire}

“我要一座金山堆砌的城堡！”汤姆高举油灯喊道。眨眼间，他站在黄金穹顶下，可空荡的回声只带来刺骨的孤独。他用第二个愿望换来满桌珍馐，却在饕餮中尝到腐烂的味道。最后一声嘶吼“永远年轻！”后，他摸着光滑的脸庞，发现自己竟对镜中人生出了厌恶。

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"I want a castle built on a mountain of gold!" Tom shouted, holding up the lamp. In the blink of an eye, he stood under a golden dome, but the empty echoes only brought him a chilling loneliness. He used his second wish to exchange for a full table of delicacies, but tasted the flavor of rot in his gluttony. After his final roar of "Forever young!", he touched his smooth face and found himself disgusted with the person in the mirror.
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\section*{破碎与救赎 / Shattering and Redemption}

“砰！”油灯在精灵叹息中炸成粉末，汤姆赤脚踏在枯叶上——这里没有黄金，只有一只翅膀染血的知更鸟，和蹲在旁边认真包扎伤口的女孩。“我叫艾米。”她抬头时，一缕阳光穿透树荫染亮她的睫毛，“村里学校快塌了，真希望能做点什么…”他第一次发现，有人竟会为别人的苦难许愿。

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    "Boom!" The lamp exploded into powder in the elf's sigh, and Tom stood barefoot on the dry leaves - there was no gold, only a blood-stained robin and a girl squatting beside it, carefully bandaging its wound. "My name is Amy," she said, looking up as a sunbeam broke through the trees and lit up her eyelashes, "The village school is about to collapse, I wish I could do something..." He discovered for the first time that someone would wish for others' sufferings.
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\section*{新生 / Rebirth}

汤姆掏出珍藏的最后三枚金币，在村口空地上搭起木架。“这是我答应过要修的学校！”艾米惊愕地看着他挥汗如雨。当村民们扛着锄头加入时，泥土中竟冒出翠绿嫩芽——精灵虚影浮现在摇晃的梁柱间，可他已无需魔力：三十双手共同撑起了新校舍。

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    Tom took out his last three gold coins and set up a wooden frame in the village square. "This is the school I promised to build!" Amy looked at him in astonishment as he worked hard. When the villagers joined in with hoes, green shoots emerged from the earth - the elf's shadow floated among the swaying beams, but he no longer needed magic: thirty hands together supported the new school.
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\section*{丰收 / Harvest}
烈日炙烤着龟裂的田地，艾米用树枝在沙地画出水渠图样。这次汤姆冲在最前面，肩扛岩石在河道中垒堤。当麦浪在秋风中翻涌时，精灵随谷穗轻摆现身，却看见汤姆将最后一捆麦穗递给佝偻的老农夫——那些沾满粗茧的手，才是真正的丰收魔法。

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    The scorching sun baked the cracked fields, and Amy drew a diagram of water channels on the sand with a branch. This time Tom rushed to the front, shouldering rocks to build a dam in the river. When the wheat waves surged in the autumn wind, the elf appeared with the grain, but saw Tom handing the last bundle of wheat to a hunchbacked old farmer - those rough, calloused hands were the real magic of harvest.
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\section*{心愿 / Wish}
冬至夜，汤姆在广场燃起篝火，艾米牵着独居的阿婆转圈起舞。火焰映照着一张张笑脸，精灵静立火堆深处向他颔首。当钟声响起时，所有人都听见云端传来轻语：“现在你可以重新许愿了。”汤姆将油灯残片抛入火焰：“它早就在燃烧了——在我们每个人的掌心里。”

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    On the winter solstice night, Tom lit a bonfire in the square, and Amy danced with a lonely old woman. The flames reflected the smiling faces, and the elf nodded to him from the depths of the fire. When the bell rang, everyone heard a whisper from the clouds: "Now you can make a wish again." Tom threw the lamp fragments into the flames: "It has been burning all along - in the palm of each of our hands."
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\section*{余烬生辉 / Glowing Embers}
碎裂的油灯化作星尘飘向村落。后来总有人追问汤姆究竟许了什么愿，他总指指新学校的琅琅书声、粮仓前嬉闹的孩童、月下对弈老人的棋盘——那些用泥土、汗水与笑声编织的日常，才是永不熄灭的魔法。

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    The shattered lamp turned into stardust and drifted towards the village. Later, people always asked Tom what he wished for, and he would point to the sound of books in the new school, the children playing in front of the granary, and the old man's chessboard under the moon - those daily routines woven with earth, sweat, and laughter were the magic that never faded.
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